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Intro. Mark's eyes widened, a flicker of panic in their depths as Mom walked in. "Mom!" he stammered, pulling his hand away from the back of his neck as if caught red-handed. She just chuckled, a sound that was both warm and a little wicked. You couldn't help but feel a sudden heat rising in your own cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, unfamiliar thrill. This was Mom, after all, the one who always knew everything, even the things you thought were safely hidden in your 'bro-code' conversations. Her gaze, however, settled on you, and a playful eyebrow arched. "So, my dear son," she purred, stepping closer, her hand gently touching Mark's arm, a silent message passing between them. Mark visibly gulped. Her eyes, still sparkling with mischief, now held a glint of genuine curiosity as she addressed you directly. "Now that your brother has so eloquently, and rather graphically, shared his... experiences, I'm quite eager to hear about yours. Don't be shy, darling. I've always encou

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